Did you ever here the story about the girl who had te­lepathy? The girl who was humiliated by her “friends” at her senior prom. Covered by pigs blood; everyone chanting “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary”. She killed many people that day, after that the Bloody Mary legend was born……….

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!!!” I closed my eyes nervously, feeling scared by every passing second. Being in a cold and dark bath­room didn’t really help me. I was starting to give up on this stupid idea of summon­ing Bloody Mary, until the horrible sound made its way to my ears. I slowly turned around, looking straight in the mirror. A dark figure looked right back at me. Not paying attention to it, I turned on the light believing that the figure was my own reflection. The same weird noise was made as I was washing my face. I ignored it, clearly convincing myself that my friends were trying to scare me. I grabbed the wash cloth drying my face, when something red caught my attention. I turned to the mirror as a girl with hair and face drenched in blood starred at me. A cold shiver ran up and down my back, as I noticed that there were holes of blackness were her eyes should have been. I wanted to scream but it was caught in my throat. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. The girl in the mirror grinned at me; it was like nothing I have ever seen before. Before I knew it her head was out the mirror and she grabbed my arms. Deep like endless wholes, she dug her nails into my bare skin. I could feel her rage her disgust everything, she was in me. She looked at me one last time before she clawed my eyes out. I screamed so loud that people in China could have heard me. Yet no one came to help me, was it that my screams were blocked by her presence???? I can still here the crunching sound as her nails dug themselves into my eyes. She dropped my lifeless body on the tile floor. The blood guzzing out of my empty eye sockets. Drop by drop, was like breath by breath. Red as wine my blood stained the floor, my mouth dropped down in horror, my opened mouth unable to make a sound. Now it’s I that looks for eyes, I’m now that bloody reflection in the mirror; I’m Bloody Mary…..

To actually find out I this is really real, just chant Bloody Mary 13 times in the mirror.

You never know next time I’ll do it might be you who claws my eyes out…….